Sending a Message

───「 Human POV 」───

Godzilla opened its massive maw, its jagged teeth gleaming like obsidian under the harsh sun. It didn't need to see the enemy fleet; it could feel their presence, scattered like ants across the vast ocean. The monster's nictitating membranes slid over its eyes—a subconscious preparation for the destruction about to unfold.

Then, the sky turned dark.

Not the kind of darkness that creeps in at dusk, nor the kind brought by storm clouds. This was an absolute, all-consuming blackness, swallowing even the light of the sun. And at the heart of that void, an unearthly radiance blazed forth.

A light beyond words, beyond comprehension, detonated across the horizon.

At the command center, located 25 nautical miles away, confusion reigned. The sky had turned an impossible shade of black, and at its center, an extreme, blinding light burned with an intensity that defied reason.

"What is that?!"

Someone shouted, but their voice was drowned out by the sheer force of the moment.

Then, understanding dawned in an instant of sheer, primal terror.

"GET DOWN!!"

Too late.

The ocean howled. The sky itself seemed to recoil. And then, the light consumed everything.

A beam of unimaginable heat and fury, moving at over Mach 100, carved through the heavens. In less than a second, it had closed the 15-nautical-mile gap, striking a destroyer near the rear of the fleet.

Did it create towering waves? Did it boil the entire ocean? Did it summon a pillar of fire to the heavens?

No.

There was no time for theatrics. The plasma, concentrated to a level beyond human science, simply expanded—silently, mercilessly.

Tokyo, over 300 miles away, had just seen the first light of day. Now, it was plunged into darkness once more.

A fireball, more than two kilometers in diameter, blossomed in eerie silence. The destroyer was gone—not burning, not sinking—just erased. The shockwave, breaking the sound barrier, radiated outward. Anything within a four-kilometer radius was condemned to instant annihilation. Ships crumpled like paper, their crews reduced to nothing but shadows imprinted on molten steel.

───「 GODZILLA POV 」───

But to Godzilla, this was not enough.

The attack did not end in a single moment; it continued, relentless and unyielding.

Turning its head slightly, Godzilla adjusted the beam's trajectory. New explosions ripped through the fleet as several more fireballs bloomed, each marking another vessel's final moment. A towering inferno, kilometers high, stretched toward the heavens. It was no longer just an attack—it was a phenomenon. A living apocalypse.

The sea, slow to react, finally surged in protest. Waves, dozens of meters high, rushed outward, carrying shattered steel, melting debris, and what remained of the unfortunate souls caught in the cataclysm.

Normally, such waves would be enough to invoke terror, but here, they were nothing—mere ripples beneath the inferno splitting the sky.

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Hundreds of kilometers away, Tokyo Bay.

People who had not yet evacuated stood frozen, staring at the horizon where a firestorm raged brighter than the sun.

Some opened their mouths to speak, but no words came. What could be said?

Across the world, in living rooms, war rooms, and command centers, millions watched the broadcast in stunned silence. They had expected a battle. They had expected resistance.

Instead, they had witnessed a verdict.

The screen flickered.

[Side Mission: Mercy of the Monster King (Completed).]

[Reward: One evolutionary upgrade for the power system. Would you like to use it now?]

The firestorm divided the sky in two, as if some divine hand had chosen to separate the heavens from the earth. But Godzilla, its massive form slowly submerging beneath the waves once more, was indifferent to the spectacle it had created.

This wasn't about awe. It was about completion.

The fleets of the smaller entities were no more.

Godzilla glanced at the mission prompt on its HUD-like interface—an anomaly in itself, but one it had long accepted. More importantly, it felt the strain on its breath fusion reactor.

Ah. That last attack had been… excessive.

The reactor, normally stable, had sustained damage. It wouldn't be usable for several days. A nuisance, but not an insurmountable one.

Should it evolve underwater before surfacing?

Godzilla considered this for a moment, but dismissed the idea. Human weapons were incapable of causing it any meaningful harm, and even without its breath reactor, it still possessed another source of power: the life-sustaining reactor.

A lesser alternative, perhaps, but still formidable. At 3 to 5 terawatts of output, it wouldn't allow for city-erasing attacks, but it was more than sufficient to level entire districts. And with plenty of fuel left, it could fire tens of thousands of times before running dry.

More than enough.

With that in mind, Godzilla turned toward Tokyo.